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Today (yesterday) was meant to be remembrance day. All I remembered was that I’ve got a truckload of work to be handed in by the end of the week.

My mother woke my up this morning (yes, I still live at home) to tell me that thee was meant to a fly over so to wake up. Tired as I was, I decided to open the window and go back lying down.

At this point I was in limbo. I was neither asleep nor awake. I was wrecked so naturally I tried my best to sleep. However, with this said, i also tried to stay awake to listen out for the sound of the thunderous engines of fighter pilots which would shake everything not tied down in my house.

I heard nothing of this monstrosity which must means it never happened. Unless it did and I slept through it.

The last time great infernal machines littered the skies above me was with the Queens Diamond Jubilee, where (I think) the Red Arrows flew towards Oxford way.

Before this, it was many moon ago. I think on of the Queens birthdays. We only noticed it by the fact that the whole house was shaking. We had really old and fragile metal-framed windows which received such a beating in the possibly 30 years that they were installed, that they eventually cracked.

“But this very loud Sonic Boom led us to go outside to see it was an earthquake – which are very very uncommon on sunny England, but not rare (ones above 2 on the Richter scale, are however extremely rare and only happen in places like Yorkshire, or Scotland). We looked up and saw what looked like two Lockheed Hercules “military transport aircraft”. I have no idea what types they were.

Escorting these were at least 6, possibly 10 fighters escorting it across the skies. This must have been transporting someone (or something) very important, probably the Queen or her other Royal chums, as I’ve never ever seen so many military aircraft all in one place first hand.

I live quite near an RAF base (to which the name I shall not the mention), as well as numerous others which are dotted around the area, including very special one which I shall not name (again). This locale, might explain the presence, and may also explain the reason I saw so many Chinook’s and “military transport aircraft” when I was younger (about 10 and below)

I used to call these planes ‘Aircraft Carriers’, as hat was effectively what they did. the were aircraft that was used primarily to carry heavy goods. I knew very well at the time what and actual Aircraft Carrier was, but I didn’t know exactly what to call them.

Finally got back to work today, and it turns out I have a fuck load of work to be done by the end of the week, which I don’t think I’ll get done quick, to be honest.

But who gives a fuck about that. Like the famous Monty Python catchphrase I really need to “Get on with it!!!!”

ND: I shall hopefully be uploading some pictures I’ve taken recently, possibly next week, that is, is they’re not shit.

I’m sorry for getting behind on my blog posting. I missed posting yesterday, but that’s no biggie, who cares.

After posting some lengthy articles I’ve been getting bored due to it taking a lot of my time away from things and also occupies my mind all day, so it’s very hard for me to do work.

Coupled with this is the lack of views I’ve been getting which has been a bit shit,but fuck that. I never made this blog to get views or recognition, I made it to have somewhere, (that’s not Facebook) to voice my views and thoughts and to see others peoples perspectives.

I hope to continue with some more news articles in the future. I’m no journalist (actually an IT studento), but I do find it fun picking bits out of stories and adding my own little twist.

With all this said, I think I may resort to only having a few posts a week. If that becomes a pain, I shall make that once. In the past, I’ve stopped myself from posting more than one article a day, but I might stop this as it’s a little dumb. I doubt this will affect anyone as no one reads this thing, it seems, but I felt I had to get it out there.

Trust me, I’ll post some interesting things in the next coming weeks. More of my elusive photography, some poetry maybe and possibly some humour if I can be asked.
As an end note, I would like to thank those lovely 10 people who have followed me, it’s very nice to know that people find my pot that interesting, that they want to subscribe. Cheers 🙂

As I got up yesterday at 5pm, I was effectively wide awake around this time yesterday, so it meant I managed to stay up to the very liberal hour of 3am. Another night of pointless facebook games I started off slowly, actually checking my other profile to see if this Canadian girl I used to be good friends with, had blocked me or not (which she did )’:), which I only really took notice to due to a funny image I found on Facebook relating to Canadian accents, which I have posted below.

Lord Thunderin’!

Everyone took the piss out of her accent anyway, so it as cool, lol. But she was really nice anyway, i wish i still knew her. I love Canadian accents as they’re so diverse and reminds me a lot of Irish accents, especially with the language they use. Newfie being my favourite one.

Anyway, enough of rants about Canadia (NO, I DON’T MEAN CANADA), onto business. Well nothing really is the business so there’s nothing much to say, which when I say usually means I have a lot to say, So for today’s installment of “Life on the Open blue sea” I have very much to say. There. I said it.

Well yeah and no. But I did finally catch up with my James bond bonanza. I watched For Your Eyes Only, which somehow, and quite frankly weird as fucking shit-ly, I had already seen it. At least most of it. While I could remove my eyes from the screen when Bibi Dahl (played by real finger skater, Lynn-Holly Johnson) was on – she is/was an incredibly sexy blonde, albeit, an annoying whiny one, I couldn’t be asked to sit through a whole hour of a film I’d already seen.

Her tasty self!

Today being the 5th of November, means that it is Guy Fawkes Night in the British Isles and a select few Commonwealth countries. This includes Ireland, which despite being of 95% Catholic, they know little about that fact that the bonfires were originally build to burn effigies of the Pope himself. Unless your Ian Paisley, I doubt many people will accept that very well. They may even adopt the Rev. Paisley’s staunch tactic of saying No! to everything.

Mind you, in the Irish language, there exists no such words as thank you. well there does, but it’s seldom used, at least directly anyway. There defiantly isn’t a word for have, as they would say ‘I’m after doing….’ instead of ‘I have done….’. If the word No! was widespread used throughout Ireland, I suppose the hospitallic nature of the Irish race would fall apart as they would be effectively tell everyone else to feck off.

I must go. I’m after falling asleep here already. Be good, and all that other bollocks. Good night 😀

A short post for today, but I’ll tell you why if you be so kind to read on.

Today was a shit day as last night had real difficulty in getting to sleep. This meant that I didn’t actually to sleep last night. When I heard my mother get up at 5am, I thought why not go say hello before she leaves.

So yeah, I got up, had some tea and a marmalade on toast (how quintessentially English), and waved her goodbye. I went on the computer to take over her Farmville, et al Facebook games for her to harvest her stuff.

It was freezing bass monkeys, but despite making the decision to stay up for the day, i went to bed because it was sooooooooo bloody cold. Anyway, I did that, and ended up falling asleep.

I was absolutely gutted when i woke up at 5pm, having wasted the whole day on doing nothing. Total shit. At least now I’ve had time to listen to my Short Wave radio, which was quite fun. I might make this into a habit. The listening thing on Sunday nights, not the sleeping all day thing.

Romania Radio International (RRI) were doing their annual Listener’s Day today, which was quite interesting. Their topic was on “Europe” and had all sorts of stuff about it from their listeners, and some stuff about how radio is still a good way to get information out to people, despite the internet taking its place in a way.

they said that Europe comes from “Europa”, who was a Phoenician Princess or something. She was mean to have been very beautiful which was meant to have been how the continent got its name, from being very pretty.

I have little to write about today, as I said, I did very little. All I can say is that I could murder some pizza now. I wonder if there’s some left in the freezer. I’ll defiantly be cooking some, regardless of whether or not it is 23:47 GMT (more quintessential Englishness) or not.

So I’m off to have some pizza. Remember, Be good! And If you can’t be good, Stay Out of Trouble. 😀

In recent weeks reports have been coming in, of ransomware appearing on some infected Irish computers. It uses (poorly translated) Irish language in a message that claims the user’s computer has been locked – either by Garda or by some government agency – for some alleged illegal activity, such as downloading illegal content or distributing malware, and can only be unlocked if a €100 fine is paid within 72 hours via some convenient online payment service.

The ransomware “as Gaeilge” in this case is just a variety of several localisations by the cybercriminals, as the same content also targeted computer users in UK, Holland, Poland, Spain, France, Belgium, etc. adapting the language to the locations of the victims. (In one case the scammers even made a mistake and mixed up the Irish .IE and Iranian .IR domains, which resulted in Irish computers displaying Iranian text.)